Monday, October 30, 2017

I'm losing count of the Lefty pervs by now...

Two-for-one deal today in the Perversion Sweepstakes. First up, ANOTHER asshole from that wretched hive of scum and villainy, The New Republic.
Hamilton Fish V, publisher of The New Republic, has taken a leave of absence as the company investigates sexual harassment allegations by female employees against him, according to a report.
Win McCormack, owner of the left-leaning mag, informed his staff in a memo Sunday that he had asked Fish to "remain on a leave of absence" pending an independent probe about recent complaints, the New York Times reported.
Which only goes to prove what I've always said, Lefties and Feminists do not care one single damn about women. It is ALL politics and money with these people.

The pattern that's emerging shows how this works. The publisher and the editor are both in it, covering for each other. Lots more to come, I expect.


Then there's this one. Here, a guy comes forward with the shit that used to happen to me periodically, getting hit on by older men. It turns the stomach, it does.

Last June, Anthony Rapp settled in at the home of his good friend and fellow actor Camryn Manheim to watch the Tony Awards. The New York natives were both in Toronto working, and Manheim had invited Rapp and his boyfriend over to partake in the beloved theater geek ritual. But for the first time, Rapp — a working actor since he was 9 years old, and most famously part of the original cast of the musical Rent — felt something he'd never experienced before with the Tonys: dread.
And that's because the host that night was Kevin Spacey.
In an interview with BuzzFeed News, Rapp is publicly alleging for the first time that in 1986, Spacey befriended Rapp while they both performed on Broadway shows, invited Rapp over to his apartment for a party, and, at the end of the night, picked Rapp up, placed him on his bed, and climbed on top of him, making a sexual advance. According to public records, Spacey was 26. Rapp was 14.

As I mentioned a couple of days ago, I have seen that show myself. Lucky for me, I was older than 14, I was not cornered alone at a party, and I was capable of defending myself. All the men were strangers, none of them famous. I consider myself extremely fortunate to have gotten off so lightly.

My response was to spend 20 years learning martial arts. That was how fucked up those few encounters were for me. They didn't even do anything, and I decided I needed to get -really- good at fighting, in case they came back. I can't even imagine 14 years old.

Guard your children well, and teach them -all- the dirty fighting stuff. They might need it.

The Phantom

Update: Here's a guy who worked at The New Republic, trying to escape from the grinding machine:

How could I have been so stupid?
I was amazed by the #MeToo outpouring by women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted. So many women I know have been victims, and yet, I marveled, I had spent my career in charmed workplaces where such things didn’t happen.
But this week I learned that, earlier in my career, I worked in a place that was the very definition of a hostile work environment — a place that is now one of the most visible examples of the Harvey Weinstein fallout. Worse, one of my dearest friends was a victim — indeed, the one who first went public.
I'll tell you how. You let this guy and others like him get away with being an utter ASSHOLE to people, right in front of you.  You let it happen, and you did not say shit. Because it suited your career to do so. Those women saw you let the asshole go unpunished. They, wisely, did not confide in you.

That's how. Fucker.

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